sights and sounds stir silently in the mind's innocence
rights of passage are shared with children's children
and the past never seems to forget its forgotten place;
tired travelers rest in imagination's treehouses that
becomes shelters in the storms of ignorance living
inside their fragile minds of hope and peacefulness
yet left behind when leaving home unexpectedly;
garbage trucks carry away yesterday's detritus and
empty containers are borrowed from the neighbors
once we have thrown away all our photographs taken
quite conspicuously on our last summer vacation;
our hearts were stored in containers as if our dead
bodies lay in caskets to be buried in trash cemeteries
stolen from us by foreign investors after we had stolen
the land from them all those years ago in our dreams;
haunted by the truths of misinformation and doubt
we barter with our souls for salvation from our past
while seeking reparations from aliens who set it into
motion when invading our universe a millennia ago.
13 May 2020
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